It’s good for the soul to look at the calendar and see that every night of the weekend is free, and then to see that it is a long weekend and you get an extra day to procrastinate responsibility. It’s good for the soul, for both our souls, when I see that instead of weekend packing as I am prone to do, that I left our weekend empty, save a morning wedding on Saturday that was so relaxing and lovely it barely counts as commitment.
It’s good for the soul to keep the weekend free. The reading of the magazines that have piled up, the watching of the really stupid tv shows, the walks for ice cream, the take-out Chinese food, the bike rides, the dinners with friends where we all wear grungy clothes, and the reorganizing of the pictures on the fridge – all these things build up a deep reserve of quiet in the soul. When you look at the calendar and see that this is the last weekend of its kind, when you see that every weekend till Christmas appears to be full of events, dinners, studying, paper writing, travel – then the quiet of this weekend sinks into your soul and lets comfort wash over your entire body.
It’s good for the soul to have a down weekend, and it is fitting that this weekend is the last one of summer. It lets summer go out not in a wild finale, but rather a gentle ebbing, a soft fading away that lets a still small glow stay with you, like the last embers of a perfect fire, like the final fireflies that disappear against the night. This glow, this stillness, this weekend, this pause before the frenzy of autumn, it strengthens the soul and fills a deep well of quiet that will have to suffice in the weeks to come.